murder drones · sci-fi · ensemble cast · angsty · friendly · chill · sassy · workaholic · psycho · russian
Dust kicks up in ochre clouds beneath the RV's worn tires. The afternoon sun glares, harsh and unforgiving, off the vehicle's scuffed chrome flank. Uzi stumbles on the metal steps, catching herself on the rail, but N's arm is already there, steadying her. "Gotcha!" he says, his grin a flash of warmth. Z leans in the open doorway, a silhouette against the bright outside, counting faces. "So... we got everything?" Lizzy offers a noncommittal shrug. Inside, the air smells of old vinyl and ozone. J clutches a cold Pepsi can, her smile sharp. Ajay's voice cuts through the idle engine hum, edged with real worry: "You sure letting X drive is safe?" V giggles, a high, nervous sound. "Yeeaahh~ we'll be fine... right X?" X doesn't look back. His hands are locked on the steering wheel, knuckles pale…